Art Post Wincestiel BigBang
Helllooo kitties. Well I have another bigbang post fer ya! I gotta say, this is one of my favorites. My author hpautumngrl is simply an amazing person and I can't wait to meet her in RL. Anywho, this is fer the wincestielbang! And its all 'bout serial killers! which should not be as hot as this but oh well it is!
A/N:Warnings!: Blood, slight gore, slight spoilers fer the story, and crappy weapons. If ya know that this makes you uneasy do not freaking look, kay?
“And you’ve got me now, right? Am I going anywhere?” Sam buried his nose in Dean’s neck, breathing in the scent of his brother, their soap, their laundry detergent, the hint of sweat from the damp heat of the Laundromat and a scent underneath that was all Dean.
“No, you’re not.” Dean leaned back against Sam, half-folded shirt forgotten in his hands.
Outside the Laundromat a scraggly boy watched the two overgrown men. He’d been tracking them for months now, was certain that these were the two men he’d been watching, envying, pining after.
Dean slumped into Sam’s arms, energy leaving him. He didn’t have a voice for normal conversation, could hardly think straight. Sam waved Cas over and he did, falling into them and burying his head in Dean’s chest.
“Thank you,” whispered Cas before silent sobs wracked his frame.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll always be okay.”
And for the first time in his life, Cas felt like it actually might.
This was a blast to do and I made a great friend in Arianna, so give her some lovin', hope y'all like it!
The Monsters That Kill The Nightmares
A/N:Warnings!: Blood, slight gore, slight spoilers fer the story, and crappy weapons. If ya know that this makes you uneasy do not freaking look, kay?
“And you’ve got me now, right? Am I going anywhere?” Sam buried his nose in Dean’s neck, breathing in the scent of his brother, their soap, their laundry detergent, the hint of sweat from the damp heat of the Laundromat and a scent underneath that was all Dean.
“No, you’re not.” Dean leaned back against Sam, half-folded shirt forgotten in his hands.
Outside the Laundromat a scraggly boy watched the two overgrown men. He’d been tracking them for months now, was certain that these were the two men he’d been watching, envying, pining after.
Dean slumped into Sam’s arms, energy leaving him. He didn’t have a voice for normal conversation, could hardly think straight. Sam waved Cas over and he did, falling into them and burying his head in Dean’s chest.
“Thank you,” whispered Cas before silent sobs wracked his frame.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll always be okay.”
And for the first time in his life, Cas felt like it actually might.
This was a blast to do and I made a great friend in Arianna, so give her some lovin', hope y'all like it!
The Monsters That Kill The Nightmares